The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1887-07-15
Letter From Boston.
JONES', &c
Comm unicated.

Comm unicatea.
The fourth passed US in blaze of patriot
ic splendor. If this booming of cannon and
sky.scraping rocket business means any
thing. surely the American Eagle shall not
"dig bait' for the folks over the boarder
but keep right on in the good work of EN-.
blemizing liberty and assisting Columbia in
the work Of enthusing all the people in this
Gland of the free and home of the brave"
Young America was fully prepared for the
great eventful day, and anxiously awaited
its advent. The great wheel Of time coming
up from the westward made exact, but
n me too exact for the embryo patriots who
salute the Queen of the Universe after a
custom so dear to their little hearts.
1t was most glorious day for the small
boy, who, at its ending sought the weary
couch wholly exhausted at his prodigious
efforis in celebrating; to dream of shooting
stars, earthquakes and world a6re. He
who made the most noise in the shortest
possible time was a hero and patriot.
The grand finale was all that could be
expected and perfect success, barring a
moon little "too full" for scenic splendor,
though the sky scraping rookie: and vari-
gated lights darted out from all sides from
my point of view-from Tufts College
Hill-making up scene of truly regal
grandeur. To my left coursed the Mystic
river in its bright -serpantire lines of ma.
lures sheen in the valley below, any beyond
its eastern banks broken lines of hills
sweeping in perspective circle to the bay.
studded here and there with such populous
centres as Maiden, Medford, Everett, Glen
wood, Maplewood, Melrose, Linden, Chel-
sea, Charleston and Boston, while on my
right, far away on the banks Of the Charles
appeared the town of Waltham, followed
Cambridge and West Someryillc; and, d.
rectly in my front, on a rising eminence
stood Somerville. All seemed bathed alike
in the magic splendor of lights both natur.
al and artificial. 1t was utterly impossi-
BILE for me to keep an eye single on all that
transpired within the radius of this circle.
but the greatest efforts of the day were ex.
pended in that direction. My companion
was a small boy whose quick penetrating
eye seemed to move in perfect concert with
his lips. Look here! Look there! seemed
TO come spontaneously as a hundred dollar
display shot away into ethereal space and
lighted the heavens in rainbow splendor
and his young face with an admiration that
seemed to scale the heights of patriotic
emotion, and speak thanks to our British
cousins for causing such day to be placed
in our calander for patriots to honor. The
desire 10 seek some cool retreat by the wa.
tiers front is the prevailing custom of peo-
pie residing in large cities, and Bost onians
are no exception to the rule. The bayside
resorts were all freely patronized and per-
feet order and system was observed in
transporting this precious freight of human
ity to and from the different points on the
baG. The Common grounds presented the
usual animated scene of time immemorial.
The "Yankee Doodes" from the rural dis
tricts of Vermont and New Hampshire with
their best girls pic-nicking under the shady
branches of the spreading elm or promed-
ing hand in hand along the spacious ave-
nues where, on the leafy branches overhead
the English sparrows sang sweetly(!l
"To shed their path with glory,
While they whispered love, and what
they said. was, only the old, old story"
which goes 4th as patriotic scene and a
little destiny combined. Alas! the east
wind has gone whence it listeth and